Personal Poems

2015 General Election

2017 General Election

If

Linda Jane

Love's Terminus

Reflections

The Crematorium

Theresa May (Blunder Woman)

The Way To Everlasting Life

Thoughts On My Brother Ray

Thoughts Sublime

You


Theresa May (Blunder Woman)

Theresa May, Theresa May
While the sun shines, she will make hay.
A snap election sans delay.
Yet hope REMAIN to thwart her say.
The best laid plans of mice and men
May be upset by strokes of pens.

A strong and stable government
Means a stable of excrement.
Too late to close that stable door
Bolting horses make us poor.
An aggressive launch of “Brexit”
Have repercussions on exit!

Her appeal for Tory glory
Is May’s repetitive story.
Just one against twenty seven
Cannot lead us to our Heaven.
Yet what she wants in her intent
Denied! We’ll withhold our consent.

How has the high and mighty fallen?
Like a wet and saggy awning.
As the cock crows at the dawning,
A gap appears wide and yawning
Counting your chickens before they’re hatched
Is a foolish way to be dispatched.

“J.A.M” has now become May’s own mantra
To govern, she’ll need help from Santa
A coalition of chaos
Will end in tears and betray us
May’s “Brexit” stance now lies in tatters
A soft approach may solve the matter.

Frank Waller. May 2017





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